Blackstone House Of Horror Novels & Stories

He tried to be serious and shook his head. "I'm not afraid of ghosts. Maybe you are?" I added before taking his hand away and walking away. I immediately felt him on my back but I didn't look at him. I looked at the mansion again. The old house really looks scary. That's why it's surprising that no one even took this property. This is an asset that can also be monetized. They could have even developed a hotel here. Does the owner have no relatives? They should have retained it's beauty. It would have been a good spot for the resort and then it just ended up like this.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

“She guards what is powerful.” “Well,” I said, “that’s inconvenient. I don’t think Home Depot sells haunted drill bits.” He gave me a long, patient look. “You would drill through an ancient enchantment?” “It’s called problem-solving.” “It’s called suicide.” “Semantics.” --- The mirror shivered under his hand. Light rippled through the glass like liquid gold. Brenda groaned deep in the walls — half warning, half sigh. “Okay,” I said. “That’s officially creepy.”

Through her senses, I could feel the currents of magic that ran through the house, ancient protections laid by generations of Blackthornes. Some areas glowed brightly in our shared perception: the nursery, my father's study, and a small room in the east wing that felt particularly sacred. Others were dimmer, their protective magic weakened by the Northern Alliance's occupation. But as Diamond pushed deeper into the house, seeking out the source of our unease, we encountered something unexpected—a barrier. Not physical, but magical, blocking our exploration of the basement level. —There's something down there,— Diamond whispered in my mind. —Something they were trying to hide.—

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

She tiptoed towards him, leaned forward and looked over his shoulder and gasped in fright, breaking his concentration. He quickly spun round and hugged her face to his chest to stop her from seeing the ghastly sight before them but it was too late. She had already seen it. A skeleton with bits of clothing on it in tatters and a huge part of it's skull missing. On it ring finger, it wore a gold ring with De Luca written on it.

The sanctuary of the Blackwood pack house, once filled with the scent of lavender and the warmth of a peaceful morning, became a hall of mirrors that night. Though Veda had sealed the physical rot behind the heavy mahogany doors of the study, the psychological poison Henderson left behind acted like a gas, creeping through the vents and seeping under bedroom doors to find the exact shape of everyone’s deepest terrors. The house was silent to the ear, but the spirit realm was screaming. As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity.

Vladimir’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced at him to see if he was actually annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was already looking at me, but there was a faint smile playing on his lips. Wordlessly, I turned back to the window, watching the night fade into the distance. ~~~~~ The Blackstone estate rose out of the fog like a foreboding mansion. Tall iron gates stood open, as if waiting for our arrival. Beyond them stretched a long driveway, lined with dark trees that bent inward, their branches tangled like claws reaching for the sky.

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”